Dean can't really stand up, the chain isn't long enough, but there's a rattle that indicates he's certainly trying to get closer to the door, to see Cas, at least a little bit. The only people he's seen are the ones who feed him, and he hasn't been particularly kind. ]
Sure. [ Dean mutters, leaning back against the wall with a grunt, grimacing as his thigh aches in protest. ]
I'll just...wait here. No problem. Just sitting in here with a bucket of my own poop.
But you take your time, Messenger of God, [ He calls after Cas, kicking at the chain in disgruntlement, angry and belligerent and uncooperative. ] I got nowhere to be.
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[ Get the key, get him the hell out of here.
Dean can't really stand up, the chain isn't long enough, but there's a rattle that indicates he's certainly trying to get closer to the door, to see Cas, at least a little bit. The only people he's seen are the ones who feed him, and he hasn't been particularly kind. ]
Sure. [ Dean mutters, leaning back against the wall with a grunt, grimacing as his thigh aches in protest. ]
I'll just...wait here. No problem. Just sitting in here with a bucket of my own poop.
But you take your time, Messenger of God, [ He calls after Cas, kicking at the chain in disgruntlement, angry and belligerent and uncooperative. ] I got nowhere to be.